Wapun Meadow traitor

the man's words were unlike anything he'd heard before. 

bhaalu? he wondered aloud, not necessarily aiming the question toward the others—not that they would understand, anyway. his curiosity was piqued, but it was too much to take in all at once.

instead, surya dipped his head respectfully, taking steps backward. i will leave this meadow to your wolves, he replied, and began to take his leave.

should they stop him—but why would they? he had been nothing but compliant, though he supposed that wolves mad enough to worship bears might try to test him.

let them try. let them come. 

something had broken within him, when rajendra had died, and he worried sometimes that it was his sense of caution.